The Magnificent Probably More than Seven [Primeval Invasion of Mandalorian Wayland]

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Just outside Fort Monroe Main Building
Objective: 1
Forces: Mythosaur Assault Group
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]nd

The Primeval's forces had yet to show their faces to the fortress, hiding in the jungles of wayland. No doubt waiting for reinforcements or preparing some form of ritual. Maybe they were setting up artillery. No matter. they were well within range of the main gun Of the mythosaur, and as yet they had to breach the perimeter there had been no needed to release the troops. "Continuous bombardment of their general location. EMP for now, I want them blind out there." I told the fire control officer. He nodded and sent the order to the gunners. A second ticked by. Then another. Then an earthshaling BOOM as the Capitol ship grade heavy mass driver sent it's ACS-603 800 kilogram EMP shell towards the enemy. It was set for airburst, to maximize it's effect on infantry, even if vehicles would be relatively unharmed.

The mighty metal beast shook under its force, the low rumble of its weapon recharging bringing a smile to my face. This would be over soon. EMP shells would blind them, make their weapons nonfunctional, at least those the bursts hit, assuming they hit aNY of them. My thoughts returned to my heart, even if only for a second. It was a comforting thought, a distraction from the hell that would soon erupt. The rest of my complement remained in the security of the mythosaur's metal hull. My mind returned to the task at hand with the next shell, there would be time for my memories later.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], Primeval
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam


Siobhan had been having fun choking the Sith Lord, doing nasty things to his groin and chucking him against a tree. Alas, the former Emperor just had to interrupt her fun and retaliate with devious mental techniques. Well, presumably that was to be expected since getting thrown against a tree like a ragdoll was a quite unpleasant experience!


The first attack was a mental assault on her mind, a quick smattering of power. Much like on Fondor, except subtler and more designed to distract than an all-out attack. However, in this regard things had changed when it came to her. After her run-in with Darth Shadow, an ancient Sith who had once possessed and mind raped her, and a battle with a Sith on Alderaan whose mental attacks had made her temporarily go partially amnesiac and forget everything that happened to her since stepping down as Protectorate Exarch, she had good cause to improve her mental defences.


Mirien Valdier had restored her lost memories and passed on her knowledge of how to shield her mind. Coryth Elaris, a powerful mentalist who had been one of the students of Je'gan, had trained her extensively. Siobhan had probably been expecting an all-out mental attack along the lines of Fondor, hence why her walls were built to withstand that, not a more surgical strike. However, the principle was the same. Her mind was a bubble. It was something she would have to guard and protect at all costs, as Qae Shena, another trainer and a student of Spencer Jacobs, had told her. Her barriers stood strong and repelled the attack, dissipating it into nothingness.


However, his second attack was considerably more troubling for her, given her augmentations. She felt the ripples in the Force and then beneath her visor her face was contorted in pain when the Emperor utilised his dark power upon her artifical body parts. Of course, he was also still using energy to maintain the bubble protecting him, meaning his focus would probably be split. However, it was obviously still damaging for her. The eye had already gone static due to the lightning blast sparked and painful surges of electricity shot through her body, then it went haywire and died. Sparks of electricity flew and scorched her flesh.


Ouch. But this was not all for her bionic hand was affected as well and began malfunctioning. Her bolter fell out of her grasp when two of her mechanical fingers began spasming violently and uncontrollably like mad as if some insidious bug had infested her systems. In an attempt to get this under control she balled her bionic hand into a fist, clenching it so tightly that beneath her fingers dug into her gauntleted palm. She had to find a response fast if she did not want to risk getting crippled due to technomancy.


Vornskr was suddenly released from her telekinetic grip, as he had intended. Siobhan had been tossing him against a tree from on high. This meant that once he was released from her power he would fall...and it would be a rough landing, though he obviously had his bubble.


The floodgates of her rage had been opened and it washed over her like a tidal wave. She had no desire to hold back as she exploded like a volcano. Abruptly from all around them a dozen boulders around the former Emperor were pulled into the air and were propelled towards him in a bombardment. Through her power they were accelerated to a frightening speed strong enough to pierce armour. However, this was not her main attack or focus. Instead it was a distraction. Her rage and pain were harnessed into her her telekinetic willpower and she unleashed it upon a lung, trying to crush it with her might. Her power was like a massive hammer that would repeatedly bash against his lung until it would hopefully have been collapsed. While it would not kill him, it would be extremely painful and make breathing very difficult.

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: Jungle
Objective: B
Allies: Mandalorians | I got relatives around here somewhere?
Enemies: My boredom.
Equipment: Armor (Signature), Lightsabers (Same), x2 Westar-35 Pistols, Multi-Camouflage Digital Pattern Cloak.

“Welp…This wasn’t the experience I hoped it be.” Mira had sat there for a good fifteen minutes on overwatch. How did she get stuck here anyways? There was so much fun to be had on the battlefield but nothing seemed to be getting past the defenses. A pity. It was then her comlink would go off and a message would come through that she was to report to the Mount Tantiss Ruins for additional support. Maybe that would produce some worthy results – just maybe. She looked around for a moment and ensured that she didn’t catch immediate sight of any enemies and jumped down from her perch.

She landed in a soft crouch with a sigh, slowly rising to brush the cloak off. “Mom said these things were fun, then again.” She looked towards the distance at the explosions and sounds of war. “She’d hard charge in there and be kicking faces in…" She turned away and shrugged. "I would too but I don't think they trust me that well..." She'd chuckle and begin to walk away from her perch. "Not that I blame 'em, look at who my family is!"

 

[Mard Szaks]

Objective: A - Destroy the generator
Location: On the move toward Fort Monroe
Allies: The Primeval | @[member=Anja Aj'Rou] @[member=Keira Ticon] @[member=Boo Chiyo] @[member=The Dark Man] @[member=Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou]
Enemies: The Mandalorians
Gear: LL-Interchangeable Weapons System | Advanced Agent Tactical Armour | BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol | 4 EMP Grenades | Vibroblade

NPC Unit: Primeval Golden Banner 5th

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Unit:Primeval Golden Banner 5th
Strength: 120 troops + 20 MIFVs
Objective: The Siege of Fort Monroe
Location: On the move toward Fort Monroe
Controller: Mard Szaks

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The MIFVs rattled along, accompanying their Host Lord on the way to glorious victory, and ensuring safety for the rather squishier Gulandi Warriors. Together with the other unit, where one of the MIFVs had apparently been delegated to be a mount for a smaller soldier with some kind of sniper rifle, they rode toward the hated Mandalorian base. As they exited the treeline, they saw...

"There are shielded gateways along the path"

Yes, those. They would have to go, or they would not be able to proceed with their objective without getting blown to bits. Time for the first attack order then. "Kriff and Frek squadrons: Mass-drivers on the gate in front of us, try to target crucial spots." He had barely given the order, when he heard the sound of a COIL firing. "Projectiles, coming in!" And then it whizzed past, hit the ground behind them, and sent dirt flying on their hulls in a shower that sounded vaguely soothing. Like some kind of meditation sounds.

"Kark and Feth, do you copy? Get that napalm loose. We attack as planned, the hangar is still the main target." He waited for a while, and when he heard the whizzing of the rockets firing, relief flowed through his body like the sweet water that had refreshed him after so many battles prior. No malfunctions.

"Proceed to the base, keep the rest of the rockets in reserve, and use those COILs. We can not afford to get hit now."

"Sir, those are EMPs." Apparently the "sir" was optional. Oh well, he'd have to deal with it. "As long as we shoot them down, it doesn't matter. Just concentrate on that."

The battle had begun, and Mard started feeling a cold anger inside him. How dare they attack the messengers of the true Faith. They would have to be punished for their insolence. Of course, he was aware that the Mandalorians did not consider their faith true in the slightest, but he just didn't care. It helped him focus in a fight, if he had a target for his rage. And it would help him be more deadly when they finally got out of the personnel carriers they were in right now.

No time like the present to spread truth. Or erease falsehood. Practically the same thing.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandolorians [member="Conner Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Gear: Link is in my sig for the rest of my gear. Just to clarify though my jetpack has been replaced with ysalamiri nutrient frame

The old hound had made it clear of the blast range, fortunate enough the Rancor did not and with in the magnificent explosion the beast was crippled. In the confusion Strider had lost track of the rider but amongst the smoke and debris he could hear the bull wail in pain. The infamous mando warrior gripped another thermal detonator as he began to slowly approach the injured creature of war. "Forgive me big guy!" Strider's voice was surprisingly calm and nurturing as he let empathy escape from his battle harden persona. For the decades of war this man had endured, the horrors he had witnessed and partook in, he was still a man with a heart. Even though the rancor was a monster in many eyes, for Strider it was a combatant that fought true and hard and deserved a good death..... with honor " I promise to make this fast"

Before he could thumb the grenade the jungle around him began to crackle in a sickening thunder, his eyes bared witness to ecological genocides as threes began to crash down towards him. The old man had time to dodge the first tree, then the second and barely a third before his feet tangled up in a branch and forced him to hit the ground hard. More trees came crashing down and the warrior instinctively rolled with the momentum of his fall in attempt to burst up to his feet once again.

*CRASHHHH* *KA BOOOM* *CRACKLE* *SOME MORE AWESOME SOUNDTRACK WORDS*

Dust blew up, jungle debri blanketed the area and Strider was nowhere to be seen. Was he consumed by the jungle and crushed by the falling tree's weight? Did this conquesting Witch succeed in killing a legend? Will these religious zealots consume the rest of the galaxy? STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT POST. SAME MANDO TIME, SAME MANDO CHANNEL!

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective: Kill Primeval.

Location: In the jungle.
Allies: Currently, no one specific- but the Mandalorians.
Enemies: No one...yet.
Gear: Preliat's Armor, Beskar Tomahawk and Beskad, two Westar-34s, Crushgaunts, a jetpack, and an M45 assault rifle.


Preliat's hands drifted over his rifle, the rugged and heavy M45 rifle. Wouldn't foul in the jungle, wouldn't spoil after just a few moments in the mud. It was perfect for this area. He ran his armored thumb along the edge of the Beskar tomahawk, and he could feel the weight alone from it's edge. He smiled under his helmet, a grim, particularly unpleasant smile. Preliat's eyes drifted around, before his fingers went from the edge of the tomahawk to his helmet, sitting nearby on the soft ground below him. He picked it up slowly, placing it on his head, and letting the magnetic seals lock it into place. A hiss of air told him that he was breathing the air inside his suit, but it was a simple correction to breathe the air around him, rather than the air in his suit. He only had less than twenty minutes of that air, and even though it was cold, and crisp and refreshing- it wasn't fun to breathe in.

Preliat's eyes drifted around the forest, feeling the enemy presence around him. His hands pressed against a tree, and he sneered slightly.


"Hello anger, hello rage- my oldest friends. I'm glad you could join me here."

He began to walk aimlessly, slowly. He was looking for prey. Looking for someone to kill.

 

[Zola]

Location: Jungle
Objective: 2, Mother Nature is a beeyotch.
Allies: [member="Perla Pirjo"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Primarily engaging with: Strider Jr. [member="Conner Garon"]

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Equipment:

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  Vonduun Crab Armour
  
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  Lightsaber
  
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  Confessor's whip
  

Jemmila watched the rope-like vines twist and turn through the sky, branching out like a lover's beckoning hands, then drooping around her opponent as they got close. What the frell. Somehow the man was repelling her Force alterations!? To preserve her energy, Jem suddenly stopped, and the jungle vines fell limp. She vaguely remembered studying this sort of phenomenon with Adekos, or was it Vheissu? Her memories had been murky since the crash. Either way, it was clear that the soldier had some sort of gear that allowed him to laugh in the face of her powers. It should have made her angry, but instead it made her curious.

Jemmila barely registered the grunt of the female rancor, where it lay in distress. It didn't matter what the other two warriors were doing at the moment. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw some trees toppling, but the Hapan Force adept only had eyes for the boy above. They were eyes that gleamed amber with the dark side, studying him as she quickly devised how to bury him.

The Mandalorian soldier reloaded his weapon and then sailed to the ground nearby. He raised his weapon and gave her two options, to surrender or die. His voice was steely with determination, but it sounded youthful to Jem. The boy couldn't have been much older than she. Do not empathize with the enemy, Jemmila. That feeling is weakness boring a hole in your armor. She stared down into the barrel of his rifle, a few shots away from being ripped to shreds by his Vong bugs. She could hear her own heart beating.

Thump.

Thump.

CRASH!

She raised her arms out in an arc in front of her body, and smashed her hands together like cymbals. In the time it took for him to fly down from his airy perch and speak with her, Jemmila had replenished enough energy to unearth and levitate two enormous jungle boulders on either side of their clearing, and then sent them flying towards him, one converging with the other on either side of him. If the man did not dodge out of the way, he would be crushed by rocks the size of Banthas. Once her hands came together, she strafed and dove sideways, hoping to avoid any panicked unloading from his rifle.

 

[Briika Munin]

Objective: #3 - Maze Run
Location: Harvester Mining Site - Mount Tantiss Ruins
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"], [member="Graad Hokan"], [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"], [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Chaos Maxtor"], [member="A'den Shereshoy"]
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Ebenezer"], [member="Jun Nez"], [member="Token Waters"]
Gear: Listed in bio

<"A price? I'm afraid to ask what this is going to cost me,"> Graad said with a light hearted chuckle.

<"Well if we don't get this over real quick, it could cost you the farm itself. The younger generation is getting quite savvy I must say,"> the golden blonde replied with a light hearted chuckle herself. Briika's daughter and two nephews were watching over Hokan's farmstead just outside of Keldabe while they were away. It would be good practice for the young aspiring Mando'ade for when they had farms of their own to tend someday.

<"So, what do you know about this particular mission?"> the rugged Concordian then asked.

The baar'ur was just going to respond when the foliage near the mining site began to swirl around with a heat wash as if something was landing. Sure enough a bes'uliik appeared after it's cloaking device was disengaged, and out popped Anija Ordo after touching down. Oh how Bree would love to learn how to fly one of those starfighters; to be free as a bird soaring around amongst the stars…

Briika listened attentively to the Field Marshall speak, then give orders. She brought her M-12 "Kath Hound" to the ready - the Mandalorian shotgun worn in an attached sling so it couldn't be forcibly taken away, then fanned out into Wayland's foliage with the ver'verd to her right.

Once they got to the mining platform, Anija went to put in the code for the shield so the team could enter, which seemed to be taking a bit longer than anticipated. Bree didn't say anything, but she could tell that Graad was thinking the same thing by the way he shuffled back and forth on his booted feet. Finally, the shimmering surface of the shield yielded and they were in.

<"Elek! Now to see what's going on inside that has Anija so worried.">

Bree did not need the Force to see that the leader of their team was concerned, just a verd's gut. She must of been sensing something disturbing in the Force as they approached the mine previously because nothing out of the ordinary had come up on her buy'ce's HUD. Only time would tell their fate.

 

[Matreya]

Objective: Defeat the Mandalorians in the Jungle
Location: Jungle
Allies: [member="Bal'gul"]
Enemies: [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"]
Gear: Tantibus | Kalligs Scorching Saber | Sith Beskar'gam | 3 Betty Blasters | 12 Ammo Packs | 1 Bodo Bass Gun belt stocked with Traditional, Incindiary and Cryogenic Grenades

How one would attempt to trap another's mind, was not something Damien could understand, so instead of fearing it, he maintained his attempts to coerce the man into deactivating his saber for a moment. Then sighing, Damien gave up on this, and next attempted Memnotherapy to remove the memory that Damien had begun the attack.Dressed like a Mandalorian, in Sith Beskar'gam, he hoped he would be able to assimilate himself into the mans good side.

Sensing a bare moment before the cleave would come his away, Damien utilized the gauntlets of his suit to bat away the saber, then swung his own saber towards his opponents chest as he drew his mind back into his head.

"Brother, why do you attack me!?" he yelled, speaking fluent Mandalorian. He gave the briefest of times to thank his days as a Mando once more

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Approaching the fort
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], @Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou, [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="The Dark Man"]
Enemies: [member="Arrbi Betna"], Mandalorians
Gear: Lightsaber, outfit

NPC

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Unit: The Primeval Prisoners
Strength: 100
Location: Approaching the fort
Objective: Bring down Fort Monroe
Controller: Keira Ticon

If it was strange for Anja to be fighting alongside one of her longtime rivals and enemies both, then the feeling was more than doubled for Keira. In years past she would have been able to make common cause with the Mandalorians, or at the very least find a common enemy with them. It was nothing more than irony, then, that she now found herself allied with The Primeval, after what disagreements had sprung up. Now she was fighting for the faction she had once sworn to kill, walking alongside the woman whom she had met on the battlefield on more than one occasion. Life did have a funny way of things when it so chose. Unfortunately that way with things didn't seem to involve her abandonment of the group anytime soon.

The Mandalorians would not fall easily, that much was entirely certain. As a Padawan she had clashed with them first on Barab I and then Nal Hutta, both times managing to escape with her life and not much else. Now things were a bit different, but generally she expected for the enemy not to have changed. What with their choosing adversaries such as this, and attacking a planet well-within their territory no less, she was surprised The Primeval had managed to survive in such full force for so long. However, she wasn't able to sense any immediate danger, and that much would have to suffice. The full-scale chaos would come later, once the two opponents had a clear visual on each other. For now they were at what could be called an uneasy stalemate, each still feeling the other out.

As her orders were given she couldn't help but crack a smile. The assignment to lead the vanguard was likely meant as one thing: a test. Her personal sentiments for not only the Host Lord but all of her followers had been proven in the past, and it seemed now was her chance to demonstrate some form of loyalty. In her mind she owed Anja nothing and felt even less of any feeling even resembling allegiance towards the woman or her cause, she would have to at least attempt to play the part. This was war, after all, and there wasn't any idle moment left to second-guess her own thoughts, whether towards what could be called her allies or enemies both. For once in her life she had to put those sentiments aside and focus on the task at hand.

The infantry she had been given was ragtag to say the least, comprised of primarily male prisoners of The Primeval, trained for nothing more than a crude, gladiatorial style of combat. Their loyalties were just as questionable as her own, and there wasn't any way to tell if they would do as ordered or take any chance they could to desert in hopes of finding salvation among an adversary that would likely only deliver a bullet in return. As she stepped forward the more zealous few of the motley group followed, the others soon catching on or otherwise realizing that for the moment their only choice was to obey. It was an odd feeling, being in command of any number of individuals, as she was used to functioning primarily by herself. But facing this enemy, assistance of any sort would be necessary.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: #3 - Maze Runner
Location: Harvester Mining Site - Mount Tantiss Ruins
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"], [member="Briika Detta"], [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"], [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Chaos Maxtor"], [member="A'den Shereshoy"]
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Ebenezer"], [member="Jun Nez"], [member="Token Waters"]
Gear: Listed in bio

Graad stood still as Anija landed. He smirked under his buy'ce at her grand entrance and remarked it was just like a Mando'ad woman to show off like any other verd. Briika was less so, but always managed to impress with her decisive accuracy. The blonde baar'ur did not have to be flashy to impress Graad. His HUD had picked up the heat, and got a good reading on just how hot it was. He was glad for the beskar as it helped.

A nod was all Graad had given as an indicator to Briika that he agreed with her about getting into the mine. The verd was not force sensitve, but if the woman was nervous, and Briika could see it, then there was something to check out. He was ready, blaster rifle out, and his bes'kad prepared for anything close, very close.

The mine itself had an ominous feeling. Half the lights worked, half did not. There was a short in circuitry which made ones that did work flicker at an eerie rate. Graad looked to the others.

<<<"Well this is it! Time to see what's got everyone so jumpy.">>>

 

[Nolan Detta]

Objective: Take on the Primes in the Jungle
Location: Jungle Floor / Objective 2
Allies: Mandos [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Aela Darkstar"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Primevals [member="Vheissu Ireles"]
Gear: In Bio

Nolan marched through the underbrush as the sounds of fighting echoed through the trees. That made Nolan sad. He had no one to play with. But then, like a give from the Manda, he sensed a darkside presence. He zoomed in on his HUD and made out a figure that was the source of the presence. Nolan activated his pack and launched high overhead and took aim.

"Peekaboo, I see you!" He yelled out as he fired the L3 rifle at full auto.

Nolan dropped out of the sky, aimed right for the head of the man, beskar boots and all.

"Whee!"

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Objective: Defend the Base
Location: Fort Monroe; ~350 meters from Main Building, ~180 meters from Death Fence, ~50 meters from closest Bunker
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="The Dark Man"], [member="Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou"], [member="Mard Szaks"]

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Gear: Olivia Dem'adas wore simple, light Beskar'gam.It was the standard for her clan's officers, naval crew, and operators. A simple Beskar armorweave was worked into a uniform, beskar and leather boots were applied to the feet, and thin plates of Beskar were added to key locations around the chest, arms, and legs. Over this, her dress uniform's jacket was worn. It was not the invulnerable class 8 armor that her vod wore into battle, but it was all she needed. She was armed with a Tenloss Model 9-type 11 sidearm and a beskad saber on either side of her waste.
Vehicle: Myrkava-C

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Unit: Clan Dem'adas Marine Company, Myrkava Tanks
Strength: 250 Marines, 10 tanks
Objective: Defending Fort Monroe
Location: 110 Marines are defending main vehicle bay, all others loaded into Tanks and deployed along roads roughly in-line with bunkers
Controller: Olivia Dem'adas

Rockets and mass drivers.

Olivia watched the feed from two dozen angles as the initial volley of enemy fire arced its way across 800 meters of open space, apparently targeting one of the three forcefield gates that marked the easiest path to the base. Olivia watched as .52 caliber and .32 caliber weapons were given over to the automated droid processor of nine separate Myrkava tanks opened fire upon the incoming rockets. Likewise, the significantly larger AA-turrets of Fort Monroe turned their attention to the incoming weapons and barked out their discontent with the incoming arsenal. Ninety rockets launched in a single, dense volley from a single location at a single target were doomed to failure from the start. As each rocket was destroyed by point defense systems, the explosive payload of each warhead compromised any missiles flying close to it. Most of the warheads were destroyed in a brilliant flash of light, but a handful made it past the defenses to impact upon their target. Likewise, a spattering of mass-driver round barked out from the treeline to impact upon the forcefield gate.

Without needing to give the order, the crew of each Myrkava leaped into action. "Aim one meter below the muzzle flash!" Her tank's commander ordered. "Sabot away." Replied the gunner as the massive cannon of her own tank barked out at the treeline, a 2 meter long spike of tungsten was launched from the vehicle at somewhere between 18 and 19 times the speed of sound, impacting its target long before the sound of the cannon reached Olivia's ears within the tank. The enemy forces were approaching from an off-center position. A road was near them, but the nature of Fort Monroe's twisting roads meant that the current position of the hostile force was directly between Olivia's unit and the squadron to her left. "Use the Co-axial." The commander called out. "Firing." Replied the gunner, two four round bursts of 20mm energy enveloped autocannon rounds barked out in punctuation of her reply.

On Olivia's screens, she saw that six Myrkava in total had opened fire on the treeline. The other squadrons watched their own sectors of treeline for signs of hostile approach. The bunkers, Olivia noted, were silent. Weapons apparently waiting for hostile infantry to separate themselves from the treeline and expose their-selves. On her viewscreens, Olivia could see vod from either of the guard towers flanking Forcefield Gate three chucking CryoBan grenades into the fires created by the incendiary warheads. Elsewhere between the treeline and the perimeter fence, Olivia watched as a handful of mines detonated from the flames that licked the surface of Wayland's soil.

Olivia zoomed in one the the many screens afforded to her by the CIC station of her Myrkava-C. On it, she saw the outline of a boxy vehicle with a tiny, easy to miss turret on the top and two large, exposed treads on either side of the vehicle. The general shape of the vehicle's front section and the small size of its primary weaponry made it easy to classify in Olivia's mind. "Prioritize APC Vehicles." Olivia said into her helmet, "Aim for the tracks when able. Weapons are non-threatening." She added, knowing the truth of the matter as she spoke the words. The weapons on the hostile vehicles were not designed to kill tanks, especially not heavily armored tanks like the Myrkava. They seemed light and fast, with a small overall caliber. Similar to the autocannon built into the Myrkava. A weapon designed for use against heavy infantry and light vehicles. They might get a few lucky shots with such weapons, disabling a few of the exposed dorsal systems of the Myrkava... But she doubted little else was capable from the light vehicles.

"What's the status of the gate?" Olivia asked of the woman that currently sat at the communications station. The light, muffled voice of the woman occasionally escaping her helmet had told Olivia that the vod was doing her job and coordinating with the rest of the Mandalorian units at large. "Damaged but functional, mam." The young woman said to her Chief, brisk and professional. "Order that gate brought offline." Olivia said, leaning back in her chair as she contemplated what she was ordering. "Let them think their attack left us vulnerable." A few moments passed while the young vod's voice escaped her helmet in muffled tones before she reported to her chief once again. "Gate three's been brought offline man."

Olivia smiled and waited for the inevitable push of enemy forces, the sound of automatic weapons and 140mm cannons sounding like the finest orchestra.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Gear:

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armor, lightsaber, http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/

Even though Ana had never been to Wayland before these forests didn't seem much different than those she had previously explored on other Mandalorian owned planets or other planets. After her enslavement Anastasia had done much exploring before semi settling on Mandalore. She felt the most comfortable on planets such as this amongst nature which she felt gave her a leg up in this fight beyond the fact that she was fighting for freedom from oppression.

Everything she had encountered though her life only stood to further pointed this out to her. It all started as a three year old in the graug slave pits. These pits she had found though the years were frequented by Sith Lords. The galaxy on the outside was no better and she soon found how far evil stretched across the galaxy. It wasn't only One Sith but Prime too whom had not only taken one of their planets but not had the balls to attack them.

Tromping through the jungle she allowed her saber to hang from her armor for the moment. She wasn't going to get too head of herself and draw attention to herself. If she could sneak up on someone Ana felt that would help and give her the upper hand. This was mostly likely part of the reason she had come alone and not with Vode. They had a tendency to come in guns a blazing which was great but not right now.

The young woman turned suddenly as some rustling in the trees. She knew the sound very well to be nothing but leaves blowing in the breeze but she had a gut feeling that there was something else there. Ana turned her head around just in time to see two bullets headed in her direction. Calling her saber to her side Ana went to deflect the blasts from herself. The saber wasn't her favorite toy but she could handle it well enough.

As the smoke grenade clouded her vision Ana wasn't able to see whom had attacked her well but she could sense him well enough. He was coming straight towards her or rather that was her guess. Taking a deep breath she focused on the plant she remembered being on her left to start growing one of it's vines towards them in hopes of tangling up her opponent in it. If she didn't have to Ana didn't wish to set the forest on fire but Ana would if it helped get rid of these pests.

In order to cover herself till the smoke cleared Ana covered herself in a protection bubble as the vine continued to grow. Even if it didn't hit this time Ana would be able to use it for later. This person, whomever it was, would be sorry they tangled with her.

 

[Zathra Fett]

Objective: Holding down the fort
Location: Outside the Walls of Fort Monroe
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] / Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

. 4x WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol
. 1x Wrist Laser
. 1x Vibroblade
. 2x DE-10 Blaster Pistols
. 1x X-45 Sniper Rifle
. Beskar'gam

Great, being invaded by some superstitious, religious cult of psychopathic monsters and weirdos, just what you needed in a time like this. Zathra sat upon a large asymmetrical tree, standing above many of the other trees but she wasn't at the top cause you know, heights. She sat upon a large and heavy branch thick enough and large enough as to both support herself along with her weaponry and armor. A black and white striped sniper rifle laid thrown across her shoulder attached to her shoulder via a studded leather strap going from left to right diagonally across her chest. She looked upwards and around once she heard the loud bang and slight vibration of the large tank cannons going off and blasting and blowing up who know's what, probably just some Primeval soldiers or something of that similar nature.

Zathra closed her eyes for a minute to use her other sense, such as using the sounds to her advantage. An enemy would move quickly while and ally would move slowly, will due to her experience this was true but it wasn't necessary always true for most of the time. She suddenly hear the rustling of an unknown soldier moving quietly and quickly through the trees. She opened up her amber orange and lemon yellow eyes and then un-clipped her sniper from it's leather studded strap and brought the scope up to her right eye and she closed her left eye. She licked her pointer finger on her right hand to tell the wind direction, the wind was flying towards the direction of her left side.

Zathra then held the sniper with both hands and brought the butt of the rifle up to her chin while keeping her eyes focused within the scope unit finally she saw the rustle of movement. She brought her rifle up above of where she thought the shoulders were and she also brought it to the right so that the wind could help the bullet traverse through the air towards her target. The rifle let off a bang as it was fired and it flew through the air. A male grunt was heard out as the bullet pierced through the right side of the abdomen which would be Zathra's left side from where she was. The scout then dropped suddenly from the tree from the sudden impact and flew towards the ground. A crunch sounded as the scout hit the ground hard with the cracking of bone due to him being up roughly fifteen feet roughly the same height that Zathra was up at.

"One point for me, Let the games begin"

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Bestala Vizsla"]
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Bal'gul"] , [member="Lord Daemos"]
Gear: single phase lightsaber, dual phase lightsaber, light foil, skinning knife, E-11 blaster rifle, bandolier of grenades, night ops armor, Sith power gauntlets, comlink

The pressure that had built on his mind growing larger had begun to sink it's tendrils into his mind trying to find a foothold. Then Daemos blocked his strike and the jar of the block helped to clear his mind a bit before the over lay image of a Vod began to cloud his mind.

The strike cane down for his chest while the man yelled out in mando'a, but it was the woman's voice shouting "vod" and her concern that snapped Muad fully out of the remnants. Spinning to his right he parried Daemos' lightsaber, dropping low into a crouch he continued to spin, his left hand unsheathing his skinning knife and stabbing back in a reverse grip to hopefully strike the normally unarmored spot behind the knee.

 

[Vuhan Chen]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Conner Load-out
Armor
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle
Melee
Pistols
Tools
Ysalamari

Conner felt the rustling of power and the movement of ancient jungle stone against the jungle floor, by the sound of it whatever the woman was sending her way was big and very likely to crush him. So with this information in mind Conner's jump pack activated and he soared upwards a good fifteen meters in the hot and humid jungle air. Once he was a few meters away from the canopy the massive boulders slammed into each other colliding with a heavy smack of impact. With his HUD tracking the woman's movements Conner was not about to let the woman walk away, he gave her a choice and she chose death.

So his jump pack activated again in mid air as he descended and rocketed him forward dodging through the trees, jumping from one to the other pushing off giant wooden tree trunks as moved forward. Once he had pushed passed her Conner pushed off another tree and headed to the ground. Landing on both feet the man hit the ground in front of the sith and waited there staring at her with those cold dead eyes beneath his black visor.

But he didn't raise his rifle, he didn't fill her full of blast bugs and watch her explode into a thousand little pieces, no she wasn't worth the ammo. She was a coward who ran from battle, and she deserved to hold her guts in while Conner held her still beating heart in front of her. Warriors deserved quick honorable deaths, this one didn't. So Conner placed his rifle on the clip near near the nutrition frame and stood there in front of her.

With his Beskad drawn Conner began to step forward in a calm cool manner, almost casual as if he was simply taking out the trash that was making his planet stink.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96ZKrHhkNf8[/youtube]​

Objective: Objective B a.k.a Blut für den Blutgott
Location: I don't even know anymore
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Mandalorians, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Gear:

• Vornskr's Sith Armor
• Custom Sith Shuk'orok
• Vornskr's Sith Lightsaber
• Vornskr's Secondary Sith Lightsaber
• The Scepter of Power

The trick worked, and Vornskr felt the constriction on his body dissipate and he promptly tumbled from his high place down towards the ground, but luckily had enough space in between to right himself and land in a crouching position on the forest floor. Of course the impact was enough to jar the Sith Lord's bones and nearly knock the breath from his lungs, which he quickly replenished with a sudden intake of air followed by a hacking cough and a guttural growl of pure pissedpottiedness (Is that even a word? It is now, deal with it yo). Rising steadily to both of his feet, the Butcher-King surveyed the land before him as Siobhan became the eye of the storm once again, the sky darkened and a cold wind passing through his very being, bringing goosepimples to his pallid flesh. He opened the palm of his right hand, bringing it parallel to his waist, and with a whoosh of air his lightsaber detached from his side and slapped snugly into his open hand, but he did not activate it's blood-red blade just yet. Instead he allowed himself a grin of satisfaction, and then (like the absolute madman he was) he charged headfirst into the raging storm that dared to challenge him.

Once he passed that threshold a whole manner of things came at him, mostly rocks and twigs dislodged from the squish soft ground, but then came boulders twice his height and width. But he was not daunted, there was no fear in his eyes, only festering hatred that bubbled through the cracks with the grotesqueness of greasy filth that stained the tongue with disgust and singed the tear ducts. In one swift stroke he activated his blade, a crimson line of energy exploded forth into existence right as one of the boulders descended upon him before being rightly cleaved in two and the remains scattered to the wayside by the power of the dark side. Many times he did this, over and over again, fighting his way through the fire and the wind. His defense was adequate at keeping most of the debris from clattering against his body, but there were times when he would feel the sharp sting as a rock smacked into his side or belly, causing his teeth to grind against one another violently as sweet hot pain bloomed like wildfire in him. He welcomed the pain, he embraced the agony, and twisted it into a dark seething anger that grew with each passing moment.

Finally, they were so close now. Vornskr was near the eye of the storm, and the intensity of it began to whittle down as he bludgeoned his way through literal forces of nature, but as he made the final sprint he felt an overwhelming intensity come over his chest, and his eyes widened in terror as he felt his right lung literally implode upon itself with agony that he had not felt since the moment of his demise and his plunge into the torment of Hell. Now his pain gave manifestation to his voice, and his mouth split open impossibly wide as a cry of pure pain wrenched itself free of his person, and echoed throughout the nearby woods with enough power to stun small creature. But now his hatred was given true unadulterated purpose, and he closed the final distance between himself and her and attacked with the ferocity of a beast.

A beast wearing the skin of a man.

 

[Azrael]

Location: Wayland Jungles
Objective: Rumble in the Jungle
Enemies: [member="Azrael Asura"] | Primeval
Allies: Mando'ade
Mount: Bes'uliik
Gear:

Spoiler

• 
  E'tad Kal (on person)
  
• 
  BOAR.D. Railgun (on mount)
  
• 
  2x Ripper Mark II (on person)
  
• 
  M-25 River Gun (on mount)
  
• 
  5x Forcebreaker Gas Grenade (two on person, one on mount)
  
• 
  3x Sonic Detonators (two on mount, one on person)
  
• 
  2x Ysalamir in protective nutrient tubes (1 on mount, 1 on person)
  
• 
  Beskar'gam (on person)
  

Rockets blazed and burned propelling the massive war droid through the jungle topography. Branches snapping, and vines tearing with the force and speed of such a flight path. Strong maneuvers and quick thinking made the journey towards the enemy hot-spot more or less a straight line of sight, which was the most beneficial for the droid's air-born controls. The thick blanket of foliage clouding rays of setting sunlight from the path, causing the darkness to reign in ever enveloping shadow. Infrared vision lit up the HUD, and began to piece together the larger and smaller forms of life that scattered from his path meters before he'd reach the crossroads with them. The wildlife moved in fear and on instinct - whereas the Primeval would not simply tuck tail and dart away at incoming threats. That was how he'd spot them, identify them, and capitalize on that poor life choice. Commlink chatter was filtering in, informing Azrael of the larger picture, as well as some kind of breakaway attempt near Manda'yaim that was being addressed by their naval fleet. It seemed that the Primeval were already attempting to capitalize on distraction, and aim for throwing them off balance. Their mistake of course in this tactic was that they were at the very heart of Mandalorian space, and while they were vigilant and determined, they would not have the resources here like the Mando'ade could pull from.

Repulsors launched the droid higher into the air to overtake a fallen log, presumably from another fight that was tearing on around him. The jungle expanse was large, and the conflicts were peppering the landscape, but not as close quartered and en masse as most armies would generally provide. The Mandalorians were masters of various fighting strategies, and the combination of their skills had let them to prefer the method of using the jungle as a weapon itself against those who would step into their territory. Azrael had opened for a very different approach, and road like a mynock out of Mustafar straight towards the target that swept across his ocular sensor array. Large, lumbering, and taking up a great girth with every stride. This monstrosity barreling through the forest was directly in his adjusted path, and a smile began to paint across the hidden visage of the Mand'alor's face. One nutrient tube strapped firmly to his back plate and another one sunk into the droid's holding platform itself kept them off the radar of the Force adepts, cutting off all extra-sensory perception of his movement. It wasn't however exactly hard to spot a droid that size ripping through the Jungle. Catching it however was another feat entirely.

Tracking came into play rather quickly once the target was locked in on, and the course of the Bes'uliik shifted minutely to adjust under the masterful command of it's pilot. The laser cannons warmed up with a quiet hum, barely every registering as the wind whipped past. It really didn't matter what he rode on or with, the atmospheric pleasure of driving something through the airways was a release of endorphins. That matched with the bravado of impending conflict elevated the half-blood's adrenaline spike, and surged him on to the battle that awaited. Closing in quick succession, the meters to target dropped drastically, falling until the shape of the figure behind a cluster of thick vines revealed itself. Instantly a barrage of deadly laser bolts peppered in-front in rapid succession. Long streams of hot plasma slicing through the jungle itself, followed by shorter rapid fire blasts to announce his arrival and throw his target off balance. It was possible he'd actually be dissapointed if this first blitz strike took the giant down.

"Haatyc or'arue jate'shya ori'sol aru'ike nuhaatyc."

 

[Auswyn Nothrael]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: The Primeval | No-one in particular...
Enemies: Mandalorians | [member="Garrus Garon"]
Gear: Two well-blooded daggers, one lightsaber.
Music: Breath Control

She could've thanked him for the help in getting up; surmounting the pain wasn't an instantaneous thing, but it was something she'd worked out in the past as her strategy in doing what she could to attain clarity outside of ideal conditions was not entirely sound, and she had her share of scars to show for it. It was entirely characteristic that the line between pain and pleasure blurred, what with all that her psyche was made of; the way he gripped her throat, cut off her air, made a collection of synapses fire that derived from the act what most would not - a lack of panic, awareness turned up to full as the black overtook her eyes. Those void-filled eyes looked through him, a wheeze escaping her, eyelids fluttering yet not struggling to remain open, her consciousness seeking his own, and 'touching' it with a soft, perverse caresse.

~// God never gives you more than you can handle. //~

There were so many things she could do here. It didn't take training to have such ideas, ideas that started with an 'if/then' statement. For example - If she showed him this memory, will he then show fear at the full brunt of her experience when the drugs were at full bore and a man's neck was torn open, pleas dying with every gurgle? A wavering smile trembled on her lips, hands lifting to take him by the helm. Yes, her consciousness was waning as air deprivation started to set in, but unconsciousness may not take her before her intentions came to fruition. In one hand was a jagged-edged dagger, more like a form of hunting knife, and her hands, they moved fast by the grace of Force-granted speed. The knife, up almost in the under of his chin, the start of his neck, and the free hand splayed against his helm as she dumped the experience of every ounce of pain in her own life and that which she drew from every one of her brutalized prey into his mind.

"Press..." she said in a struggling wheeze, pressing past the sounds of her own body choking (it couldn't be helped), words she barely managed as her field of vision began to fill in with a black pixel here, a black pixel there, soon to match the present void of her eyes if circumstances did not change. "...press harder..."